When I think of him it always seems as if he were looking me in the face.

Whoever once gazed into his eyes could never forget them.

He was a little man, with waxen-pale, and almost harsh, though well-formed features, and smooth, long, coal-black hair.
He might scarcely have been noticed save for his eyes, which overpowered all else, as the sunlight puts out starlight.

Those eyes would have drawn attention to him anywhere.

His peculiar seriousness and his aristocratic reserve of manner were calculated to keep children at a distance, even to repel them, and we avoided the stern little man whom we had heard belonged to the greatest of the great.